By the river through cobwebbed crannies we crawlnUp against them allnUnder bridges and over graffitied wallsnWe sin and fallnAll our cravings our midnight ravings our love affairsnWere born right therenI swearnI don't know how it startednOr if it's ever gonna endnBut ever since we partednI've had a feeling that isnStrangennFrom the dirty old dealer in his bivouacnTo the meadow by the river off the beaten tracknWith a pocket full of poisonnWe won't forget this onenTo the bloody stained floors of the local casualtynWith television eyes and a loss of dignitynTo the boys in bluenWhat we gonna donI don'tnI don't know how it startednOr if it's ever gonna endnBut ever since we partednI've had a feeling that isnStrange, strangennWe grew up with this every daynBut the smiley faces helped us out, in a waynWe got broken bones, sick on the floornA bloke who thinks he's a matador in the waynIn our waynWe got silhouetted, caught light headed in the fieldnWhere we laynAnd I hope you're better mate 'cause I can't stop getting afraidnIf you oknWe were by the river we've got cold steel legs and shivering headsnAt the thought of how we're coming downnWe're getting out of this townnI don'tnI don't know how it startednOr if it's ever gonna endnBut ever since we partednI've had a feeling that isnStrange, strange